The young master of the Shen family, Shen Yanbai, is a well-known devil in Shanghai. He spends money like water, hangs out in entertainment venues, and is a frequent reader of gossip in newspapers. And I was a young lady of the Lin family who followed the rules and was raised in a boudoir. My daily homework was the "Commandments for Women" and hymns from the church school. We are like completely different lights on both sides of the Huangpu River, and we should not have crossed paths. But unfortunately, we are engaged, so we always inevitably meet on some occasions. He still looked like a lazy, careless playboy. His eyes passed over everyone, and occasionally fell on me, exploring with a bit of fun, like looking at a novel and out of place decoration. I adhered to my mother's teachings, lowered my eyebrows and turned a blind eye, just treating him as a wisp of dust in the air that should not be contaminated. There is never a shortage of warblers and swallows around him, and his laughter is wild. I held my Bible and sought inner peace in the organ chants. Two distinct rivers, each rushing in completely different directions.
Purpose: Love in the Republic of China